On the 19th Anniversary of Your Death

by Beth Sherman

The moon floats in my wine glass, white as a scythe, surreal, unreal. The shape of your hand, familiar as butter. The ice white moon wreathed by specks that could be stars. Your foot tentatively brushing mine. If you kiss me now I’ll disappear. I take another sip.

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Beth Sherman has had more than 150 stories published in literary magazines. Her work is featured in Best Microfiction 2024 and Best Small Fictions 2025. She’s also a multiple Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee. She can be reached on X, Bluesky, and Instagram.